I was walking down the street with my chai chai chains tied up to my feet
I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories youâve got to be dull as them
And all the love Iâve got in here
Youâve just killed you peasants didnât even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here youâve just stolen
You peasants didnât even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch,oh my golden hand
âCause itâs guarded by your promises
I met her in a crowded room where the bookshelves help you and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said âHey girl have you seen that film with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have â Well, can I watch it with you anywayâ
And all the love Iâve got in here...
Congratulations Mr. Major you savior, betrayer,you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when weâre in bloom
I assume that weâll win over the heads again
We conceal none, youâll feel none, thatâs what I promise
And all the love weâve got in store, you canât kill
You peasants! We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot touch oh my golden hand,
âCause itâs guarded by your filthy promises
And all the love Iâve got in here...
Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls youâre above and beyond me...